March came in like a lion, indeed…and unfortunately left the same way, with the April showers starting early and being more like downpours. Though fortunately this year we escaped having either snow, or thunder and lightning, to punctuate the Easter Gospel; both have happened before.
And so at last we have the May flowers, the crowing moment of Spring in full bloom. No longer the first delicate blossoms emerging from the snow, but a glorious explosion of color to (hopefully) endure Summer’s scorching heat. The weather here fluctuates madly at times, and garden survival often requires plants to be both freeze and drought resistant; my mother actually had to replace two rhododendrons this year, and they’re known for being able to survive almost anything. Yet–wonder of wonders–the potted tree rose on the back patio survived despite being buried in the snow. I’ve learned better than to ask, so we’re chalking it up to small miracles…